O Life of life,
every time we try,
every where we turn,
we see your affinity
for abundance.
From stars in deep space,
to jokes in a jester,
from oak trees in an acorn,
to stirrings in a heart,
from wildflowers in a meadow,
to wooings in a suitor,
from grains in a timber,
to whys in a child,
from swallows in a swarm,
to prayers in a priest,
from dunes in a desert,
to swells in a sea,
from winds in a canyon,
to raindrops in a cloud,
from questions in a quandary,
to yawns in a babe.
Indeed, we are immersed
in your abundant ways.
Why then,
are these not also
the ways of the world?
Why do we live as if
the only thing in abundance
is scarcity?
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